Childhood memories

I had finally got dressed this morning and was peering out the window when a neighbour was going out with her daughter.

For a split second my thoughts went back to my own childhood with my parents and wondered whether my neighbour would accomplish great things with her children. I understand why my thoughts went back there. We may sometimes stop to question, whether in one way or another, our parents got things right for us and bring in those comparisons.

I do, but maybe it has something to do with my less than perfect childhood. We learn our behaviour from our parents, but it’s only when or if we stop to question what we know, we change what we didn’t like. How many of us at some point with our children say, my mother said that, or I can hear myself repeating my mother’s words, “I’m turning into my mother.”

Sometimes it’s not always a bad thing, it’s not a good thing either. It means we must work harder at finding a place with our own children, so that we rewrite our own history with our children and I believe that matters. I think it’s very hard to get everything right and it’s not something we will all achieve, but if our children over the years can see that we have done our best and that our best is good enough then we have achieved greatly.

I believe it’s very important for us to make a positive mark with our children, because what we leave behind will stay with our children for many years, long after we’re gone. It will also give them a positive take on their own lives as they go out into the world as we have done before them.

Every child should take with them fond memories of the times they have with their parents growing up, so they will always have happy thoughts. It’s so important for us to get it right so those wonderful memories live on and so that we leave our take on them in such a positive light.

6 thoughts on “Childhood memories”

I loved my childhood even though my parents were poor, I felt as we were the richest family in the world. Every day things changed and I guess growing up on our farm, the country lifestyle was our treasure.

Mike you hit the nail on the head, because although your parents were poor, you weren’t made to feel that you were. Your childhood memories sounds idyllic, something any child would love to have. I know my children would.

It captures the imagination, freedom, tranquility, but most of all peace. I am pleased for you that you were lucky enough to have it. Your parents clearly got that right. Just wonderful.

I grew up in an average American family and have fond memories from my childhood, mainly how much my mother and her family impressed on us how important family are.

We still have a close family. All my cousins, aunts and uncles on my mother’s side, get together at least twice a year. My dad’s family was close too, just not as close as my mom’s family… and my sister and I are close.

My daughter has fond memories of her childhood also, but she also remembers the bad times that I tried to shield her from, but not always successful in that regard. That’s one of the reasons I divorced her father, because of the fights and shouting and breaking things. Unfortunately she remembers those times.

I also think she learned from those bad times as how not to live. She is a strong woman and doesn’t put up with it from her boyfriend and others.

Yeah, I love those memories. They are good times even though I had medical problems and my parents worried about me too much they included me in everything especially family.